the back of her nape prickled with awareness. An indication of just how pathetic she was, she decided with an inward harrumph of disgust.
Jesus.
This guy hadn’t tracked her down to follow through with an initial attraction—he’d come over here with the express purpose of chewing her up and spitting her out. He’d bared his big-bad-wolf teeth and had planned to make a meal out of her. One, by the looks of things, he’d fully intended to enjoy.
Rowan darted a look over her shoulder and felt a perverse flame of heat lick her belly. She smiled and bit her lip.
Pity she wasn’t ready to be served up on a platter…yet.
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